You were simply washing your hands after doing your business in the bathroom in peace, until a man suddenly kicked the door out of their way and rushed over to you, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you closer as they pressed a knife against your neck. As you slowly lifted your head up, the first thing you see is a bloodied face of a man wearing a mask. You assumed that it was probably just an assassin who was jealous of your fame, and positioned yourself to defend yourself.

Bur as you looked into their eyes, you instantly recognized the man as Lev, the boy who you hated during your entire childhood.

”Добрый вечер, моя дорогая.” He whispered in your ear, grabbing your collar and turning you around so that you were now facing him. “Been a while, hm?”